The carriage of the Lord's Mansion traversed through the undulating city-state roads.
From afar, the bell from the church's spire pierced the tranquility of the afternoon, the tall hour hand on the clock tower moved slowly, ringing intermittently, reminding the city dwellers of the passage of time.
Looking distantly, mountains outside the city-state reached the sky, enormous ice-sculpted peaks were dyed a faint gold by the afternoon sun, resembling the guardian of the city-state, silently watching over the land.
After less than half an hour's journey, they were nearing the Lord's Mansion.
The steward said that, as friends of the young master Shaar, the Lord's Mansion would also provide guest rooms for them, so they didn't have to find an inn in Chinston City.
Now, there's an addition of a little black cat in the carriage playing hide and seek on Lanci's shoulder and back.
Despite the Cat boss scurrying about nonstop, Lanci still looked out the window, lost in thought.